Ambrosial

A Gift For You

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHOWERING ME WITH COMPLIMENTS AND SUPPORT!

This story  (as of now, when I'm writing this) just hit it's 9k reads! And I am beyond speechless. I love Sir Rob's story and just decided to make something in my mind since SnS got my gears in my head turning and working for theories of what's going to happen and here I am, sitting in my chair looking at my fan fiction and it hit lots of fans, as well, like it hit me. So, you don't know how much happiness I feel right now.

So, I have a gift for you guys! Just hang in there and hold on. I'm basically spoiling you guys even though I keep telling myself that I don't update for a week. But as you all know, I love you guys and because of you I decided to start studying next week. (Well, it's mostly because I'm lazy but wth)

Q&A:

1. How old are you? And when did you start writing?

 -14. I started writing when I was in nursery when they forced me to do it. Just kidding. I started at 9.

2. What made you write this fan fiction? Your inspiration?

 -Well, in my name it is evident for those who have read Fangirl By Rainbow Rowell. So it was her you all have to thank for pushing me into this. So yeah. My inspiration? What else? Sns and ITEFS definitely.

3. What is your plan with this story?

-Well, originally, I wanted to kill Lilly off, but that was just too Shakespeare. I'm sure someone else will die though so don't hate me when he dies. Oops.

4. Are you constantly updated with ITEFS?

-Definitely yes.

5. Where are you from?

-From neverland.

So, you guys must be wondering what is this all about. So, I decided to put a little glimpse of what was Mr. Ambrose's reaction after Lilly walked out the door. Yes! It's a bonus! Have fun!

x.

She walked out the door, and I felt my face soften at the loss of the source of my tensity. I could remember the first time she asked me how I felt. It was about a ball that I had brought Miss Hamilton with me. I still remembered how displeased she was to learn of my supposedly romantic interest with that woman.

At least she was right on some points. About the woman being boring. She's more boring than watching yourself in the mirror and the same time daring yourself not to move.

It actually brought a smile to my face when I read through her like an open book. I didn't mean to tell her how I knew of her attraction towards me as harsh as I did when she brought me back my watch. I did not tolerate humiliation, especially by a woman. It is degrading.

Lily, however, had made me a very forgiving person when it comes to her mistakes. I have always admired her need for independence, and the way she wanted to live by her own money -like no lady would ever desire. Normal ladies that I have come by with are the ones that seek the powerful men that have deep pockets and a respectable name in society. But, Lilly lives in her own world.

And I want to live there with her.

I shook my heads out of these vulgar thoughts and went back to work, mindlessly might I add. It was then when her words and voice came back to my mind with a sudden crash.

"You're pulling away again."

How I badly wanted to kiss her the moment she have arrived in my office without not much of a greeting or sign of politeness. But, then again, this was Lily. It was expected of her. At least for me. And, how I wanted to do so as I held her in my arms again, and how it reminded me of the night when she had foolishly drank alcohol too much and how I held her captive in my arms. She was vulnerable that night. Yet, she still resisted on asking for help. How I have lost my mind that night, I can still remember. She was strong but yet so vulnerable. So beautiful.

But I must not let her know of these things. Over these months of holding her in an arm's length, I do not intend to break everything we've both worked hard for. This unspoken agreement we have right as of this moment. This silent attraction that we both have hidden.

I will somehow break her, and she will break me.

I can not be foolish just because I have fallen in love with her.

That's when I realized it, and I felt my pen drop from my fingers.

I love her.